To Touch A Muse

“Today I saw a muse appear, yet I didn't hear a thing - until she whispered in my ear 'drink deep of the Pierian Spring'. She told me not to taste a sip but take in all I could, and the way I’d be inspired, would surely do me good. So drink I did and deeply, without a thought or care, while her sun-drenched locks of red they fell around me, everywhere. And suddenly I felt a song and with it all the words, it came to me so quickly, this melody I heard –this song was filled with pain and love, and hope in every note, and I felt her hand on mine, so soft, with every word I wrote. She guided me, ...